Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 601 - 581: The Young Master’s Taste is Also Heavy...
Zaizai didn’t hesitate any longer and immediately said, "Mommy, then you and Daddy stay busy," and with that, he closed the door and thudded away.
This little guy—could he really be so indifferent to kinship in favor of toys?
Jiayi’s face changed, but she gritted her teeth and continued to fumble until, finally, with a slight click, the buckle snapped into place, securing the crocodile leather diamond belt.
She exhaled, her hands relaxed, and without daring to glance at the man’s face any longer, she said, "I’m going to check if Zaizai has any homework today," then hurriedly turned and fled toward the door.
Just as she was about to leave, she remembered something and bit her lower lip, "Right, ... Xiaoqin and those bodyguards, I can still keep them around, right?"
She surely wasn’t just serving some big shot for nothing!
"Depends on the mood," he lazily stroked his new tie, stretched out his long legs, his tone still carrying a hint of regret from being interrupted by his son.
She knew that "depends on the mood" meant he probably agreed, she breathed a sigh of relief, about to leave, but then he remembered something and called out to her with a casual tone:
"Did someone help you get out of the encirclement today?"
Her steps faltered, probably Xiaoqin had mentioned it to him, and her heart suddenly began pounding rapidly, "Hmm. A passerby, probably couldn’t stand watching me being mobbed by reporters alone. ... Anything else?"
It was rare for her to initiate so much conversation with herself.
He only asked her one question, and yet she offered a whole explanation.
Huo Zhenyang’s eyes flickered with a shade of deep light, but he replied indifferently, "That’s all."
She turned and left the room.
——
At dinner time, Auntie Li came upstairs to call them, and Jiayi, with Zaizai in tow, went downstairs.
Not long after sitting at the dining table, Huo Zhenyang, unsurprisingly, also came down.
Since she already moved into the villa with Zaizai, she mentally prepared herself not only to share a roof with him but also to share meals.
Her eyes shifted away, keeping busy by serving Zaizai vegetables, trying to speak as little to him as possible, "Zaizai, eat more greens, don’t just focus on the meat..."
Zaizai, sensing the off atmosphere between the two, spoon in hand, suddenly spoke up, "Why aren’t Mommy and Daddy talking?"
Jiayi feigned a smile, "We should not speak while eating or talk while in bed, haven’t I taught you that? What is there to say during a meal?"
Zaizai wasn’t entirely convinced and recalled the matter he had yet to investigate, his chubby cheeks furrowing, "Did you have a fight? Is it because Daddy just made you kneel next to him and you’re angry?"
Upon hearing this, Jiayi hadn’t reacted yet, and the servants by the dining table subtly changed their expressions.
Auntie Li couldn’t bear to see Jiayi mistreated and was taken aback, blurting out, "The young master made Miss Jiayi kneel? What happened?"
Jiayi hurriedly said, "No such thing, Zaizai saw it wrong."
Seeing that his mother didn’t admit it, Zaizai pouted angrily, "I clearly saw it very well, just now in the room, Daddy was sitting on the bed, Mommy was kneeling between Daddy’s legs!"
The dining room servants were momentarily stunned, their faces flushing red, and they fell silent.
Auntie Li also blushed, unable to help but glance at the young master, thinking, ah, still playing these games right before dinner, the young master’s tastes sure are heavy, not afraid of eating too much and not being able to enjoy dinner.
Without much thought, Jiayi knew that the servants were imagining a highly sensational drama in their heads, her face flushed crimson as if about to bleed, clenching her fists tightly, that little brat, while stealing glimpses at the man across the table.
Huo Zhenyang’s thin lips curled slightly, without any intention to clarify, simply picked up his chopsticks, looking appreciatively toward Zaizai, "Enough, Zaizai, stop talking. Let’s eat."
"What do you mean it’s enough? Isn’t this actually acknowledging it?"
"How are all the servants at the Disheng Villa going to look at me from now on?"
Overwhelmed with anger, Jiayi gritted her teeth in frustration, but there was nothing she could do except to serve herself a couple more slices of twice-cooked pork, using it to vent her spleen.
Yet, it had to be said that the twice-cooked pork was indeed delicious: not greasy, with a nice chew, and full of flavor. Jiayi ended up taking a few more bites helplessly.
Auntie Li saw Jiayi enjoying her meal and came forward with a smile, clutching the public chopsticks to help her get more food, her mind dredging up some memories. She couldn’t help feeling emotional, "Miss Jiayi used to love the twice-cooked pork I made when she lived in the apartment in G City. It’s been years, but your taste hasn’t changed. That’s good. If you like this flavor, I’ll make it for you every day."
No wonder this taste seemed familiar. Indeed, she had eaten it before.
Jiayi’s chopsticks paused in midair, and her heart rippled slightly.
She felt a sense of familiarity towards Auntie Li, Liang Anya, Ye Yongning, Xue Jingchuan, and even the twice-cooked pork made by Auntie Li but the only one—
Casting a glance, she sneaked a look at the man opposite her, who even in the act of dining, carried the elegance of a king.
The only one, the man who had left a significant mark on her life in the past year, still seemed foreign and distant.
How ridiculous.
But on the other hand, maybe it was normal.
Because his relationship with her in the past was much closer than those of Auntie Li and the group including Xue Jingchuan, it was understandably harder for her to accept him now.
During her follow-up medical visits in recent years, the neurologists also mentioned that human memory can be strange at times, like sand slipping through your fingers; the tighter you try to hold it, the faster it slips away.
Take a common example: like a student cramming for an exam the night before, memorizing information in one night isn’t a problem for taking the test the next day. However, this kind of short-term memory fades away quickly. After the test, it’s forgotten rapidly.
The year with him was precisely this sort of short-term memory, residing in the most vulnerable layer beneath the cerebral cortex, likely to be lost.
"Auntie Li, stop giving her meat," interrupted the man with a magnetic voice, disrupting Jiayi’s train of thought.
Auntie Li’s movement with the public chopsticks halted as she looked toward the young master.
"She needs to try on the wedding dress in a few days," Huo Zhenyang stated blandly.
At those words, the dining table was divided between joy and concern.
Jiayi’s face stiffened again. Try on the wedding dress? So soon?
Although she knew he was planning a wedding, this seemed too sudden and swift.
Zaizai dropped his chopsticks, nearly stood up from his booster seat with his chubby legs trembling, "Is Mommy going to be Daddy’s bride?"
Huo Zhenyang nodded.
Auntie Li was also delighted, "Good... yes, the young master is right. You should indeed cut back a little for the next few days so you’ll look more beautiful in the wedding dress."
In the back, standing among the servants, Sister Hui’s mouth twitched involuntarily as she clenched her fist and raised her voice defiantly, "Does the old master know about this?"
Turning her head, Auntie Li scoffed, "What do you mean by that?"
Feigning innocence, Sister Hui replied, "I’m just asking if the old master has agreed. Surely you can’t do this without informing him, especially as he is still in the hospital now, right?"
Knowing Sister Hui was grudging Jiayi’s marriage into the Huo Family, Auntie Li spat disdainfully, "You’re going to be disappointed! The old master had long approved of Miss Jiayi as his future daughter-in-law, and now we even have a little young master. Do you really think the old master would disapprove of this marriage?"
